The red emergency lights bathed the subterranean corridor in the color of fresh blood.Commander Thorne’s smug little sneer just… went away, replaced by that rough, animal kind of fear you see in a man who suddenly realizes, yeah he picked the wrong guy to mess with, like a god was suddenly standing right there.Gideon’s throwing knives pinned Thorne to that concrete pillar, and Thorne was scrambling, fingers fumbling, trying to get to the silver sidearm strapped across his chest.He finally managed to unholster it, lining the liquid-cooled barrel straight at Dominic's face, like that would fix anything.Dominic didn’t blink. He didn’t even change his pace, not really.When Thorne pulled the trigger, Dominic moved—fast, blinding, wrong in a way that didn’t feel human. Dominic’s hand shot out, and he didn’t swat the gun away, no , he caught the scorching silver muzzle right on his bare palm.The silver nitrate screamed and hissed against his skin, and the corridor filled up with that s
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